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“Stamina,” Bucky repeats, flat. “Uh huh.” And then he's throwing back the rest of his drink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, turning to Steve and squaring his jaw all challenge. “How many times?”

“How—”

“Yeah. How many times. In one go.”

“I—” Steve starts, flushing so hot he feels like he must be a beacon in the bar, shining through the grey-out. Bucky's still looking at him, curious, and something else under it, something Steve can't place. “Four,” he says, compulsively too-honest in the face of Bucky’s gaze, and Bucky's eyes widen.

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Instinct drew Will up the stairs and toward the soft glow spilling from the open bedroom door. The curtains were drawn and candles dotted every surface of the room. Hannibal lay face down in the center of the bed, naked from head-to-toe.